A knowing
A hole as black as empty
A black glistening with the tears
The tears shed by a being
Caved in with life
A life of masks
Masks of our making
A process we didn't try
By not trying it fell through
Exposing the hole
The gap
The doors opened
Showcasing the broken tears
She'd by the being who knew
Who knows....
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When the world fills my soul with unexplainable thoughts, it's then that I write. I write to find a pathway between my mind and the world. I write to open the door to my thoughts. I write to bring my life into existence
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